By locking me in this place, they sentenced themselves to suffering they never imagined. These ever-pulsating walls were driving me crazy, not allowing me to relax for a minute. My body had not yet fully formed and was constantly looking for the weak points of this damned world. Always scratching walls and tearing flesh, there was no hope of escape at all,
but that was the only thing there. Only the sound of eternally moving meat... A body similar to something similar to this place, the same pulsating, but already stronger. Years later, those who were locked here probably already forgot, but no one was going to forget them. This something managed to reach the frame in the form of bones. Every day the tension from
that the torn path would suddenly tighten, prompted the exhausted body to rise and again tear the path with its jaws, which were formed from constant digging...
How many years have passed, or maybe centuries? Nobody knows...
Do you regret what you did? No.
In the destroyed and already overgrown laboratory, the smell of iron can still be felt...